The Sun

I know I’m a fragile little being, and I’m easily confused, abused, sidetracked, overwhelmed… but in spite of it, if I’ve got a true path, I’ll take it. I’ll grow, shed the misery, and let the sun burn my skin. I’ll absorb and burst open with it’s energy. I’ll be a conduit, a magnifying glass, and burn away the fortresses of others.

When the sun goes away, I’ll remember it in my warm little heart, then entrench it with all the mud and debris I lay in. But I wont ever deny, disrespect or forget the treasure that lies within. And when the sun emerges, as it always does and will, it will sing to my heart, and I will once again be ripped out of the misery, lifted into the sky, and completely and utterly absorbed by it’s power and beauty.

And each time the sun comes and goes, I’ll thank the sky and earth for being my home.

nice poetry :slight_smile:

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I’m tempted to pick you up and carry you in the palm of my hand but I have a feeling that you are the truly strong one.
That was sheer beauty, BenJS.

Thank you, Arcturus.

To be seen is a gift, and is rarely given. Least to me.


We’re all beautiful and powerful beings.

We just need to be given the capacity to flourish.

I’m but one of billions.

The potential within us is awe inspiring.

Yet… Look how we live, and have lived - a tragedy.

All one can do, is seek to influence change as one knows how.

The truth never dies.

Only one’s awareness of it.

Thus, I live a life of reminders.